Upon hearing the conversation, Xanthakos quickly stashed away the shining scroll, and his face contorted with rage. “What are you bickering about?”

Silence fell outside.

Meanwhile, Youcef ignored the commotion and continued to stare at his father.

Suddenly, Thea's arrogant voice came from outside, “Xanthakos! Is this how your sect treats guests? Then shall I just pack up and leave?”

Hearing this, Xanthakos became anxious. With the wave of his hand, he opened a door in the protective formation.

Thea walked in gracefully.

Xanthakos was an experienced senior who had gone through a lot in the past. However, upon seeing Thea, his face flashed with helplessness. He stood up and quickly greeted her as if welcoming a distinguished guest. “I apologize for not welcoming you sooner. I hope—”

Thea interrupted, “I won’t forgive you. You’re clearly being disrespectful, and don’t take the Wyrmscale Source seriously.”

Xanthakos was infuriated by her words. Ever since Thea had entered the Qadee